Daphne pursed her lips without speaking.
Yang Ming casually said, "Want to know what kind of torture those officers are experiencing?"
He made a gesture, and a projection appeared in front of the group.
More than a dozen officers lay haphazardly on the carpet, each with a rosy complexion, sleeping soundly, while several men and women tinkered with some audio equipment, occasionally emitting ghostly cries.
Daphne suddenly thought of something, raised her hand to support the sofa, and slowly sat down.
Griss stared and asked, "Are you deceiving?"
"Uh-huh," Yang Ming laughed, "this is just the first step. Since you arrived here, I have begun implementing the second step. The Empire's network now has various trending topics, projecting the White Ghost's abuse of private punishment, against the Imperial Nobles' Law Code. Guess whether those nobles will actively buy traffic to fan the flames of criticism against me."
Daphne slightly furrowed her brow.
